Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born

the one who picked the name

was a simple building with windows that had a

snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa

an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter

looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown look

had almost given up on

alive. He had lived two months longer than

with a glass of water

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

seemed like he had not

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

when he

the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite

favorite food,” Mark

what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born by

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for

stopped

had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated

I better not call

have to give Cecilia

he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

him and swallowed

and a nurse came in

done, Mark looked sideways at the

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he

nowadays. This time,

gave birth to Alexis. He

doctor had almost

still alive. He had lived two months longer than the doctor

a glass of water and medicine in

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

he had not

the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively at

twitched when

said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the

favorite food,”

after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket

then, he stopped and

he never did. It seemed it was better

I better not call her,” he said to

have to give Cecilia too

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can

from him and

a nurse came in to help put

done, Mark looked sideways at the

his phone got weaker and

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still

much like that of

secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got caught

this Cecilia in his dream

his face, saying,

this point, Mark woke

walls of the hospital room were white, just like the

closed his eyes

needed to

in the ward, but he felt cold all over his

to buy

plump foreign nurse was in the

return home. He missed

Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which

knew he couldn’t change anything

he would never give up as long as he was

Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he

to stay

now, he was finding it difficult to

on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin

a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast

said he wanted to go there because he

Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he

Peter came back

snowstorm on his way, so he

pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he

planes and

some of your

actually took a

not more than

put down the spoon because he felt

his eyes

go back home and have a family reunion,” he said

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him. But he

it, Mark’s

it was around

caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged

broke into a

boy,” he

might concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call,

voice sounded a little

when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her

to a girl that had been

in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for some

said,

Mark closed his eyes.

“Rena will take a flight to come see you next

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope

that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a good

half of his

sniffed and put down

the call, he never even dared

was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or

“What happened?” he asked.

he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby

hear this and

said with a

of the new year. And Olivia is a very pretty

agreement and began to stroke one

really wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia and

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